who started this talk - another bitch?
"He always lied to me and sent me
off to market, to a whip ball or concert,
monkey or something, on one pretext
or another, when I drunk hope…”
extreme pitiless, recent mustard victim,
grass-cutter sobbed convulsively hiding
her face, both hands like different screws,
misused in swimming - no way
to start this talk, not at all.
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